Leia slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the soft morning light that filtered into her room. Her body felt heavy, her arm aching faintly where the needle had been inserted. She realized she was in the mansion, in her room.
As she turned her head, she noticed Kieran seated right beside her. His head leaned back against the headboard, his fingers loosely gripping his phone. He looked exhausted, but calm.
Leia tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath. "I feel even weaker after donating blood."
Kieran's voice reached her ears. "Leia." He was instantly alert, tucking his phone aside as he slid an arm behind her back to help her sit. "Easy," he said, supporting her carefully. "How are you feeling?"
"Not great," she admitted, resting her head briefly on his shoulder. "I feel like I've been drained… literally." Her eyes met his. "Is Ronan okay?"
Kieran gave a small nod. "Yes, he's stable. But he hasn't woken up yet."
